The Russo's Adventures at Yankee Stadium
by D0ll
Summary: Justin drags a reluctant Alex and Max out the house to go to Max's first baseball game. He just wants to catch a ball. What's the worst that can happen? Answer- A lot.
1. Take Me Out To The Ball Game

"Max and Alex! Come on down here!"

"What is it Justin? You're making me miss my sleep till noon plans I had lined up for today." Alex said groaning between yawning and streching in her oversixed sweatshirt.

"Hey didn't I see Dean with that hoody yesterday?"

Alex smilied, "Maybe, maybe not." She said cutely and Justin gave her a look like you couldn't come up with anything better than that?

"Just tell us why you called us down, ok Justin."

"Alright," He said with a smirk, "Dad left me with these tickets. New York Yankee's versus the Mets. I'm taking Max to see his first baseball game." He said satisfied with himself for being the good older brother he was, "Oh, and he gave us a third one, and dad said we have to take Alex. So you're coming too." He tried sounding like he was bothered by having to bring her, but deep down he knew he wanted her company.

"Ugh, I don't even want to go to no dumb baseball game!" Shouted Alex throwing herself on the couch.

"BasebalI? Is that the one where's there a ball?" Questioned Max.

"Yeah." Said Justin.

"And they kick it around into a goal?"

"No that's soccer."

"I thought that was football?" Max said with a confused look.

"No footballl, is the one where they tackle and thow it around."

"Well that would make a better soccer and the one where you kick it should be football."

"lf you're Britsh you'd be right. Expect I'm not sure what they call football over here then..?"

"Oh... wait, I'm confused."

"I'll explain it to you when we get there, ok. Now come on guys, get dressed!" Said Justin clapping and shooing them away.

"Wait. Dad is cheap right?" Said Alex with a pause.

"Yeah." Aswered Max and Justin.

"Then how did he get these tickets?"

They stopped too, "Good question..." Justin said thinking.

_Earlier that Morning:_ "Tickets here! Get your tickets here! Yankees and Mets!"

Theresa, "Hey, the kids are going to be bored at home all day. Max never seen a baseball game. Why don't you get them some tickets, they've been so busy with wizzard training and school."

"You're right, wait aren't baseball tickets expensive?"

Theresa sighed and gave a frushrated look at her huband, "Jerry. He's a guy in the middle of the street selling second hand tickets. Come on now."

"Well, alright." Said Jerry and walked over to the scraggly man offering the tickets, "How much would three be?"

"Usually they go for 20 a pop, but three I could give you a break. How about 60?"

"Ok... hey wait, that's no deal!" Said Jerry wagging his finger at the man.

"50." Offered the man with a shug of his shoulders.

"40."

"50."

"45." Counter offered Jerry.

"50."

"You got a deal!" Said Jerry handing him the money.

"Hey wait these aren't some nose bleed sections, because my son Justin does get nosebleeds often."

"... Um, nnno." Said the man shadily looking the other way.

"Alright!" Said Jerry with a happy go lucky grin walking back to his wife on the other side of the street

"How'd it go?" Asked Theresa.

"It was a hard bargain, but you no me, I talked him down." Jerry said smoothly.

"That's my husband, smooth talking Russo!"

"Yeah. You know it."

_Back at the Russo Household, in the present:_ "I don't even like baseball! Can't we see dragon wrestling on the wiz channel? Said Max groaning.

"I second that!" Said Alex raising her hand ethusistically. "The Great Red Butcher is suppossed to be in a barbed wire match against the Super Butcher green dragon!"

Alex and Max both nodded their heads excitidly. But Justin shook his head, "Dad got me these tickets to take you two he expeccts us to go and enjoy the game. We might be wizards, but we're New Yorkers too. Now lets go an have some fun. Just us. No majic for once. And I can try and catch the ball, for Max, like dad always wanted to do for me. But ended up just knocking down the drink and falling in the row below us..."

"Come on now! Lets look excited!" Max and Alex glared. "Ok fine, but least we can look like we got the spirit."

"Ala-ca-zam, Make us look like we belong in Yankee land!" Said Justin waving his wand.

And there they stood, with gloomy faces, but Yankee hats, gloves, and Justin shaking an oversixed sirophome finger that read #1 on it in blue and white.

"Hey why does Alex get the shirt?" Justin shook his head at her when he reongnized it too was Dean's. She looked around as innocent as could be.

"What? Dean's a big Yankees fan he let me have it. Hey do you think I can go with him and Max and leave you?" Justin shook his head at her and she sighed, "Fine!"

Justin pulled Max to the side alittle, "Max. I know you aren't all that excited right now. But you'll love it when you get there." He got an far away look in his eye and put his arm of Max's sholder, "The American spirit, being in the great outdoors, the excitement of the crowd, the day old hot dog." He said with a far away look in his eyes, "I always wanted to catch a ball from a real Yankees game this could be the day if I do, I'm giving it to you."

"Gee thanks Justin, but why would I want ball? I _have _many balls already in my room."

Justin sighed deeply, "Sentimental reasons Max."

"Come on guys, Lets go. Dean said it's best to get their alittle early." Said Alex touching up her make up and fizing her pinktails.

"Who cares what Moterotti thinks?" Asked Justin frushratidly.

"Say the boy with illusions of grandior of actually thinking he's going to catch a Yankee ball when he can't catch a ball rigt now, for example."

"Yes I can!" Alex threw a red rubber ball toward him suddenly and laughed when Juustin flinched and missed.

"No fair! I wasn't ready!"

"Sure sure." Said Alex now laughing at Max trying to catch his super bouncy ball going from one wall to the other wall very quickly and just tripping himself in the process.

**Author's Note**: Got much more adventures planned for this story. Tell me if you liked it!


	2. Pandamanian at Yankee Stadium

_The Parent's Date Night: _"I almost forgot what this is like. Just the two of us." Theresa said smiling Jerry smilied back at her while they held hands. "You think the kids are having a good time?" Asked Theresa after taking a bite at the fancy quiet little restaurant they were eating at.

"Yeah, sure they are! What could have possibly went wrong? It's just a baseball game."

_During that Moment, With Justin, Max and Alex:_ "My feet hurt!" Yelled Alex while running away from a group of hysterical Yankee fans.

"I got snow cone in my hair!" Yelled Max after a kid threw his left over icey at him.

"Great Justin, just great!" Screamed Alex. "We are going to die!"

"_I hate snow cones!_" Yelled Max wipping the colored ice from his hair.

"I'll come up with something. Just! Keep! Run-nnnning!" Justin yelped.

_Earlier That Day__: _"Wow, this is going be great guys! Max's first Yankees game." Said an overly excited Justin to Max.

"Oh yeah Justin. You remember when we were kids and someone told dad it was good idea to yell at these mortal games so he'd go," Justin smiled and said with her, "'YOU SUCK! You call these peanuts? You suck! These seats suck!'"

"Then we said, 'Hey dad are we allowed to them they suck?'"

"Sure. Apparently that's what makes it fun!"

"We were kicked out when we all yelled, "You suck!" During the National Anthem, and mom had to tell him the rules of yelling at a baseball game." Alex said grinning.

"Good times, good times! Just wait Max, this is going to be the best day ever!" Justin said happily.

"Justin what are all these dots?" Max asked his know it all brother.

"Those aren't _dots_, they're people. They are the baseball players."

"Why do they look like dots?"

"Should've known dad was going to get the nose bleed tickets." Said Alex returning with a tray full of goodies.

"Oh, now I feel a nose bleed coming on! Thanks Alex." Said Justin tilting his head and Alex gave him some napkins.

"Look at all those seats down there! Dean said one of the reasons to come early is to walk down and get better seats. Come on now. Lets go."

"Alex number one, that's illegal. Number two, who cares what Dean says? He skips school regularly! Number three-"

Alex cuts him off waving his wand at the tickets, effectively changing the numbers around to a better row, "Not so illegal now huh? Lets go!" She said marching off with Max leaving an aggravated Justin to pick up the food, "Number three no magic!" He called out to them. No one hearing them because nobody else was dumb to purchase the tickets or to to stay there when they had.

"Wow, I see they _are_ people now." Said a relieved Max Justin shook his head.

"Why do you even bring that thing?" Asked Alex curiously looking at Justin with his "lucky" glove.

"It could happen."

"Yeah right." Said Alex sipping on her slurrpy. Remembering all the times Justin and dad would yell 'I got it!' and just end up crashing on the ground, or her, or the popcorn, or a complete stranger. Great times.

"Alex, Alex, Alex you don't realize it now. But today is the day! Today is my lucky day!" A hopeful Justin said.

They rose for the National Anthem. And soon it was the bottom of the ninth with the Yanks leading. And they were feeling pretty darn awesome.

"Let's go! One more out we win! C'mon!" Yelled an enthusiastic Justin Alex smiled at. It was a nice change from him always being so uptight.

"You know maybe you'd be better if you were like this all the time. Didn't think so much." She told him.

Then suddenly he looked it up and there it was. The ball falling straight at him. And he followed Alex's advice and didn't think about it. He just raised his glove and in it fell right into his glove, out of the Yankees right fielder hand.

"I GOT IT! I GOT IT!" Justin screamed at everyone in the stands with him.

"Oh my god! Justin! You finally got it!" Yelled Alex hugging him.

"Yeah that's my brother!" Said Max, not sure exactly why he was excited.

"BOO!" The crowd screamed at the family throwing food at them.

"Nice going idiot!" Said a chubby old man with a mustard stain on his Yankees jacket throwing popcorn at him on his left.

"Why didn't you let him catch it?" Yelled a man with his little girl. The girl threw her sticky lollipop at him.

"_What_? I didn't mean to. Right Alex?" Alex looked back at Justin she had been trying to sneak out the stands with Max.

"Um, my name's not Alex. I'm Oprah."

"Hey Oprah!" Yelled a random girl she knew from the subway shop she ha believing her name was Oprah. Everyone looked around for the real Oprah. And the Russos took that opportunity to sneak out.

"Why are we walking so fast? I wanted cracker jacks and some peanuts!" Shouted Max over the angry crowd.

"Ugh Max, don't be all cliche!" Said Alex speed walking, "Just throw it away Justin!" She said harshly to Justin nodding to the ball.

"_No_! No way! It's a genuine Yankee baseball!"

"Yea, that cost them the game." She scoffed.

"Hey idiot! Are you a Mets fan? Or are you _just _a stupid idiot?" Said a black guy following them along with 50 or so other people joing in on the obscenities and name calling.

"Hey man. I just wanted to catch a Yankees game ball OK! For my younger brother Max here." Justin defended making sure Max was still with them.

"I didn't want a ball!" Max said grumpily.

"Shut-up Max." Said Alex covering up his mouth with her hand. "Oh look, Dean texted me." She said happily stopping.

"Wait! Wait! Where's my wand?" Said Justin checking his pockets. "We have to go back."

They all back turned around, "Justin, those guys look really mad back there." He said looking to the group of 6 or so men that were glaring, a few with baseball bats.

"They are going to kill us." Justin said solemnly.

"Not me, I'm cute, Max maybe. I'm not sure though, he's kinda going through the awkward period..."\

"Hey! I'm still cute!" Said Max defensively.

"All of us!" Justin pointed at Alex, "You're the one who told me, 'Justin! Don't think about it, just do it!" And I did. Now look where we are. Now on 1, 2-" Alex bolted to the left. "Hey!" Yelled Justin trying to catch up.

_Later in the Subway_: "Um, Justin. People are staring at us." Max said turning his eyes from the men in the back toward his older brother.

"Well, ugh. That because... we are just so handsome Max." Said Justin trying not to look anyone in the eye.

Max grinned, "I never knew how handsome I am!"

"This is awful!" Said Alex sadly.

"Well. I'm happy to know you finally realized how serious-"

Alex cut him off with a dramatic sob, "Dean broke up with me! And it's all because you made his team lose!"

"Yeah loser, why'd you have to make her boyfriend dump her?" Interjected a woman from behind.

"Why couldn't you keep your hands in you pocket?" Said a middle aged man getting up with some of his buddies.

"Thank you! You see, _they _understand!" She said disgruntled.

"Ugh hey! He's a bad influence you know! He doesn't even have own a library card! And I was just trying to catch a ball and give it to my baby brother, right Maxie?"

"Again! I didn't even want a ball!" Max said. Justin looked around they were all approaching them quickly.

"Umm, guys there a few unoccupied seats on the other cart, lets go!" He said getting up and pulling them away.

"But we have seats here!"

"C'mon!" Shouted Justin and Alex secured the door behind her after they moved to the next cart.

"This is a lot better." Justin said but when he looked around there too were people staring glaring at him.

Justin thought this was enough and he said, "Ok, you guys want to play? I'll have you know I took ka-rot-tay back in elementary when that bully Helga kept pushing me in the sandbox. Yeah, I know some things. Here it goes." Justin then preceded to swing around the railing, preform air chops and waving wildly with his hands. Uttering things like, "Woo," "Wigga- wigga!" and "You want the dragon? I'll give you the dragon." Then moving his limbs around in a very unnatural movements he seen before on the wiz channel.

A man appproached him, twice as big and twice as thick, with a long bears and a bald head. He wore a leather jacket and metal chains on his clothes cracking his knuckles and neck.

"Ugh, I was talking to... her." Justin said. Alex then walked to the side and pulled hard down on the emergency brake. The light flickered and went out, the crowd all falling down from the quick and surprising halt. Justin left standing because he grabbed the railing quickly. Max got up from his seat and followed his brother and sister out the side entrance just as fast Justin pulled the doors apart but not before kicking the large biker in the crotch.

"Justin? Do you know what we're doing?" Asked Max while they were walking on the safety ledge.

"Max, relax. I studied the subway system before. This area leads down to Queens, Mets territory. We'll be safe over there."

"Haha yeah. They probably worship you."

"That reminds me. I really don't like this team anymore. I mean, you cost them one lousy game and you're suddenly Satan. We are so **Met **fans now." Justin told them.

"Ugh, blue and orange are so not my colors!" Complained Alex.

"Shush, now lets think Mets! C'mon and sing with me,

_'__Meet the Mets, meet the Mets,  
Step right up and greet the Mets!'_

"Argh, I hate you Justin." Said a spiteful Alex crossing her arms.

"Don't care." Said Justin and Max began to sang along.

_'__Meet the Mets, meet the Mets,  
Step right up and greet the Mets'_

"That's all you know?"

"There's more?" Alex sighed at him. And just then Max decided he had to go to the bathroom right then and there.

"Well, the whole thing is a bathroom, feel free." Alex said.

"Cool, I'm going to aim for that rat."

"Which one?" Asked Justin curiously.

"Oh, I got to get outta here!" Alex said with a, "I can't believe this is happening to me" look.

"Well this sure beats my private record. Is there someplace in New York we haven't been quick ed out of?"

"Um, lets see Alex? 4 taxis, 3 restaurants, and they aren't letting us on the bus... no, I don't think so. And anyway that's all I'm going to go for for tonight anyway." Said Justin as they walked over the suspension bridge. Which Justin knew for a fact was the longest suspension bridge in the world thanks to his damn geography project last year. _Damn you Mrs. Spense_!

They were finally almost there dragging their feet on blacktop as a siren rang, "Just one last block guys." Said Justin. And even

Alex had to admit, he was still being a good older brother, still not trying to panic and get them all home safe. Even though he felt like panicking himself.

"Hey Henry!" Said Justin waving to the kind older gentlmen from the other neighborhood who just tossed him a glare. Justin put his arm down quick.

A man who was walking his dog glared while the dog barked at them.

"Why are so many people outside this late at night?" Asked Alex looking around at the glaring neighbors.

"Figures tonight is the night where everyone has to be standing outside on random street corners." Said Justin not losing the irony of the situation.

Then when they were finally there. The Submart. And there was a crowd of mad Yankees fans.

"Hey! Russo!" Shouted the leader of the mob, "Come on over 'ere! We been waiting for you."

"Oh, how sweet! Justin we better go, they been waiting." Said a naive Max.

"Justin? What are we gonnaa do?"

"We do what a man," He looked at Alex's face, "Or woman does when they can't run any longer. Sneak and go up the fire escape."

So they ran to the side of the building and climbed through the fire escape.

**A/N:** I got this idea from a_ Grounded for Life _episode where the father catches the ball. And there was also episode on _Law & Order _where the man is stalked and then murdered because he caught it and made the Yankees lose. I wanted to go more the humorous route though obviously.

**Riana Kaiba ****:** This is how they became Mets fans... cuz I knew that all along... haha...

One more chappy! Please Review!


	3. Chapter 3

"_Justin_! Why are you coming through the fire escape? Do you know you guys are late? The game ended hours ago, where were you? Hey, you don't look that great either..." Said Theresa after looking at her dissheveled son trying his best to catch his breath. She was sitting with her husband on the couch relaxing. But Jerry just left to check the ruccus they heard outside about five minutes ago.

Justin peaked cautiously through the window, "Mom. I'll explain it all later. Just pretend I'm not here."

"Justin. Where's Alex and Max?" His mother asked firmly.

"Right here." He said helping Max climb through the window.

"_Mom_!" Yelled Max running up to her hugging her tightly. "I thought I was going to** die **and never see you again!" Justin was helping his sister come inside now.

"_Mijo_, what the matter? Alex? Justin, what happened?" His mother asked looking straight at Justin because he was the eldest, the one less hysterical (then Max), and the one more likely to tell the truth (then Alex).

"Haha! Max," Justin said patting his younger brother's head, "You know how dramatic he can be."

"I'm alive!" Shouted a gratefull Max.

"Justin! I can see them! They're here!" Alex exclaimed looking through the side of the window.

"No way! How did they see us?" Justin rushing next to her o cautiosly peek through the window too.

"Oh, hey, Justin there were all these customers outside. Alittle more angry then usual. They're looking for you." Said Jerry walking in the front door.

"What did you say, man??" Yelled Justin grabbing him by the collar desperatly.

"Umm, I said you were out."

"_Did they leave_?"

"No. But I did tell them to feel free to grab a rueben sandwhich for $4, while they're here." Said Jerry shrugging.

"Oh, nooooo! Oh no!" Screamed Justin rushing past him down to the restarant. "_**Noooo**_!" They all followed him.

"Oh, this is so **not** good."

"Justin Russo? What is going on?" His disgrunteled mother asked, hands on hip.

"Um mom. I could have messed up_ just alittle bit _at the game today."

Theresa sighed, "What happened?"

"Hey Justin! I need you! The customers will pay extra if they can throw the food at you!" Said his father coming back from outside again, a few bucks in his hand.

"Who are they? What do they want?" Asked Theresa looking at the mob.

"Um about the game. The mistake I made, yeah well-"

"Justin made the Yankee lose to the Mets by catching the ball while it was in play." Interjected Max from behind.

"Max!" Yelled Justin. "Now you choose to realize what's going on!"

"_What_?" Yelled a shocked Theresa when she saw Jerry's calm facial expresssin, "Jerry! Why are you're not as surprised as me?" Asked Theresa.

"Ok. Well, you remember when we were leaving the restaurant?"

_Past at the Restaurant_: 

"I wonder what they're all doing?" Theresa wondered to her husband holding her purse and coat getting ready to leave glancing at the men crowded around a small screen at the bar.

"Must be about the game. I wanted to catch some of it. Just let me go and check on it for a minute okay?"

"Alright." Said Theresa, "But be back here soon. I got to use the restroom anyway."

Jerry nodded and headed to the bar where he recongnized some of his male buddies.

"Who is winning?" Said Jerry taking a seat next to a friend.

"One more out and the Yanks got it!"

"Those are my Yankees!" Said Jerry looking at the screen.

The announcer on the screen said, "And he hits it, it's going all, the way into the deep right feild..."

"He'll get it," assured Jerry.

"And a fan caught it, the umpire ruled it a homerun. The Mets won the game!"

"Oh God! What a kind of moron would've caught that?" Jerry asked shaking his head.

"Hey Russo. Don't that moron kinda look like Justin, your kid?"

Jerry paused, "Ugh, no, no! Justin's home... studying."

"No, Im pretty sure, that's your son alright." Said Harry watching Justin trip nerdlily over the thrown soda.

"I HAVE NO SON!"

_Back to the Present:_

"But with all this extra bisiness, I decided to forgive you Justin." Said Jerry with a pat on his son's back. "Now, be a good boy and let me put a "Hit Me" sigh on you and wear some goggles while the nice people through veggies at you."

"Dad!" Justin shouted, "You're giving them food and soda?"

"Yeah, apparently yelling makes you parshed. 2.50 each haha." Said Jery counting the money.

"That's good if they are drinking they'll have to leave to go to a bathroom right?" Said Justin facing the window again.

"...Appearently not." Said Alex with a raised eyebrow.

"The one time I would understand you guys using your majic, and you don't why?" Asked Jerry.

"Yeah, I kind of had to leave it in the stadium."

"**What**?" His father yelled.

"It was eigher us or the wand alright. I choose us."

"**C'mon Russo**! You got to get out sometime!" Yelled the leader of the mob outside.

"He's right." Said Justin with a intent look on his face.

"No Justin! They'll hurt you!" Alex sid worridly pulling him away.

"Why do you care? I made you precious _Dean _break up with you."

"No, Justin. _I broke up with him_!" Said Alex flopping on the couch.

"... why? What happened?" Justin asked taking a seat next to her.

"When you made the Yankees lose he was callling you all sorts of names. Dumbass, idiot, moron, imbussal..."

"Yeah. I think I get it." Justin said starting to lose his paitience.

"But that's only cool if _I _do it." Alex with a small smilie directed at him.

"Wow, Alex. _You _defended _me_?" Said Justin completely floored.

"Yeah, well don't get to used to it." Alex said hugging him, "I love you though."

"I know." Justin said returning the embrace, "But I'm still going out there."

"Justin! They want to _kill _you!" Max joined in. Alex wondering why her parents weren't anywhere to be seen and she figuring they must be selling some more food to the fericous crowd.  
"I know that. But I got to handle it myself. I got to be a man if I ever want to show my face in public again."

"But _public_, that's so over-rated!" She shouted as he left, _"Well I still got one brother left." _She thought with a sigh. She then saw Max eating frosting out of a can. "Um, Justin! Wait! Don't leave me!"

The crowd immediantly strated yelling and booing as Justin came out on the street.

"Justin? What are you doing?" Asked Theresa worridly dropping a bag of chips on the pavement.

"Justin, good! Get the target and a stand for him!" Jerry yelled over to Theresa who gave him a "I can't believe you" look and he shrugged his shoulders and made the money sigh.

Justin put his hands up, "Wait! Guys, just wait one moment! I know you all are real mad at me and I don't blaim you."

"Damn right we're mad!" Shouted the noisey leader. Up close though he was just a below average height, middle-aged fan with a beer belly.

"Woo, woo. Just stop for a second and hear me out. Today was suposed to be a great day. I was bringing my sister and my brother Max to his first baseball game. And after all these years I finally caught a Yankee's ball."

"Yeah! We know!" Shouted the mob back at him.

"But I ended up screwing up everything. My brother hates baseball and is probably scarred for life. Most of my city wants me dead. My sister's boyfriend broke up with her... which isn't all that bad."

"Booo!" The crowd shouted.

"The point is, try to do you guy's worst to me! Because you can't hurt me anymore than I am now."

There was a pause and the man came up to him offering his hand, but punched him in the gut Justin coughed and his knees buckeled. "You're still a jerk!" Shouted the leader and they all started to leave. It wa getting kind of late.

"Yeah, you better run! I was just about to go mideveil on their asses!" Shouted Jerry coming over to help him up with Theresa.

"Are you alright?" Asked Theresa who never felt as proud.

"Yeah, I'm going to be fine." He assured as her and they walked back the house.

"What happened?" Asked Alex moving out of the way of the window.  
"Um, I took out 3 or 4 but there was so many. But this guy came up from behind and-"

"Yah, me and Alex looked out the window." Maxsaid, his arms crossed not buying it.

"Oh," Said Justin gloomily and took a seat on the couch, "Dad?"

"Yeah son?" Jerry asked.

"We're Mets fans now."

"You know I never felt the same about the Yankees since they traded Babe Ruth."

"That was the Red Sox, Jerry." Corrected Theresa.

"Them too." He said going up to their room.

"You know I can do the redo spell now that we're home." Alex told Justin.

"No. It's okay." Alex looked at like he had two heads Justin laughed, "Don't worry. If I get hate mail or a_ I Hate Justin _site I will. Just not right now."

Max started to walk back to his room and Justin stopped him, "Hey Max! Hold up. I know I got this ball and a pretty awful way. But it's still a genuine game ball. And you got to admit it was a pretty good catch?"

"Yeah," Max admitted smiling.

"I always wanted one since I was your age. And now I want you to keep it." Justin was on his knees handing him the ball.

"Gee thanks Justin. It is pretty cool." Said Max taking it.

He then tossed it, "Hey Alex! Catch!"

"Oh no Max! It's not a toy!" He said going after his younger brother in.

_Fin_


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